❝ How did you learn swording? Those things you do with the sword. It looks tricky. ❞ from Thamior🌼 (BG3 verse!)
@mahawllan
The paladin can't help but snort a laugh; he shakes his head as though to dispell the indignity of humor, but it doesn't quite work. " Swording, " he echoes. " Bloody hells. "
That's not his only answer, though, it's plain: even though he lets the thought linger a little overlong, lets silence stretch while he thinks how much he wants to say. " Story like most others. Was a boy who had it in his head he'd make somethin' of hisself. " The half-elven shrugs, loosely. " Fifteen, sixteen summers b'hind me when I joined th'militia, an' later swore an oath. Don't do much special aside from hit shit where it hurts. "
Of course, that's not quite true, either; he once was more, before —— before everything that came before this, came before this parasite lodged in his skull. It leaves a sour taste, but he won't get into that.
Still: he casts a skeptical eye. He knows battle scars where he sees them. " Y'don't look like yer so unfamiliar yerself. Swording, eh. "